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Wednesday, July 9, 2008


With Z. Z sound cooler and more mysterious.

Anyway she is damn funny... Eg today @ lunch,

R: Eh, whose hair longer? Mine or yours?
Z: OF COURSE MINE LA!! WALAU YOUR HAIR.... (starts laughing)

*At this point of time, my hair was looking like this to her:


Then I did something that made her..

Z: Walau, win liao lor! (laughs even more)

*Cause my hair became:


She say I hide my hair behind. LOL.



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I lead so many lives that I think I'm only trying to fool myself